… what has come into being was life, and the life was the true enlightenment of all people… Read More
BLOG: Illuminating a Word, Made Flesh.
POEM: Esau in Midrash for 2020
Imagine if you will, America as a woman, wife in barren pose. Within her there grows, a future. Two nations in one womb. Brothers divided. Birthed together in conflict. The stronger pulled back by the younger’s jealousy. Esau made for the labor of the field, Jacob for the quiet tents. Brute strength plotted against a… Read More
poem: THE INVISIBLE CLOAK
I cloak my son in whiteness create the shield whenever I can equating… mistaking… invisible with invincible somehow believing I can save him from history disguised as destiny. I cloak my son in whiteness it seems the only means I have for safeguarding his protection one more year, or month, or hour until that moment… Read More
quote: HEALING
“It’s becoming uncomfortable.” Read More
The Gates of Hope
This poem, by Victoria Safford, is speaking to my heart today. The Gates of Hope:Our mission is to plant ourselves at the gates of Hope—Not the prudent gates of Optimism,Which are somewhat narrower.Not the stalwart, boring gates of Common Sense;Nor the strident gates of Self-Righteousness,Which creak on shrill and angry hinges(People cannot hear us there;… Read More
poem: REMEMBERING
what I remember most is the ash. the way that brilliant blue sky of the morning turned cloudy with the ashes that floated down like the snowflakes of a quiet storm, and drifted into the corners of the windows and doorways. those drifts piled up silently, untouched for days, weeks. everytime I looked out the… Read More
POEM: A letter to David, On Wedding Planning
TO DAVID: I want you to know, I see the questions that you have. The ones that sit right behind the furor in your brow, the ones you keep to yourself, even as you chose the most traditional of vows. And I know, you will keep these questions inside you, tucked behind probing eyes because you do… Read More
SYNOD SCHOOL, Monday.
This week I have the privilege of teaching a course called “Artmaking: The Spiritual Practice of Creation.” Each day we will experiment with 2 different art expressions. Today, it was found poetry thru altered books and collage poetry. Here are some of the amazing results:
poem: THE WAY OF THE HEART
the way of the heart is not the path that the world prescribes is not the even, gentle course of clearly defined lines linear, concentric, symmetric. the way of the heart is not a journey with a bread-crumbled trail where the way in, leads you out again. the way of the heart is the moment… Read More
poem: A DOULA’S PRAYER
A DOULA’S PRAYER o tender and loving god hold us gently as we pray we – the healers, the life bearers, the doulas – the ones who hold up creation as it breaks through in the very act of birth for we are the ones who stand in the liminal spaces the ones holding divine… Read More
poem: TRANSFORMATION
Tell me, Butterfly, what’s it like? Read More
